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           —Atthecemetery,MartinCunninghamsaid.

           —ImetM’Coythismorning,MrBloomsaid.Hesaidhe’dtrytocome.

           Thecarriagehaltedshort.

           —What’swrong?

           —We’restopped.

           —Wherearewe?

           MrBloomputhisheadoutofthewindow.

           —Thegrandcanal,hesaid.

           Gasworks.Whoopingcoughtheysayitcures.GoodjobMillynevergotit.Poorchildren!Doublesthemupblackandblueinconvulsions.Shamereally.Gotofflightlywithillnessescompared.Onlymeasles.Flaxseedtea.Scarlatina,influenzaepidemics.Canvassingfordeath.Don’tmissthischance.Dogs’homeoverthere.PooroldAthos!BegoodtoAthos,Leopold,ismylastwish.Thywillbedone.Weobeytheminthegrave.Adyingscrawl.Hetookittoheart,pinedaway.Quietbrute.Oldmen’sdogsusuallyare.

           Araindropspatonhishat.Hedrewbackandsawaninstantofshowerspraydotsoverthegreyflags.Apart.Curious.Likethroughacolander.Ithoughtitwould.MybootswerecreakingIremembernow.

           —Theweatherischanging,hesaidquietly.

           —Apityitdidnotkeepupfine,MartinCunninghamsaid.

           —Wantedforthecountry,MrPowersaid.There’sthesunagaincomingout.

           MrDedalus,peeringthroughhisglassestowardstheveiledsun,hurledamutecurseatthesky.

           —It’sasuncertainasachild’sbottom,hesaid.

           —We’reoffagain.

           Thecarriageturnedagainitsstiffwheelsandtheirtrunksswayedgently.MartinCunninghamtwirledmorequicklythepeakofhisbeard.

           —TomKernanwasimmenselastnight,hesaid.AndPaddyLeonardtakinghimofftohisface.

           —O,drawhimout,Martin,MrPowersaideagerly.